Here we are at week 10.5. This week has been a pain on my body. I still have cramps (Dr. says cramps + no blood = Okay), I am exhausted, and I really don't have much of an appetite. Furthemore, a full nights sleep is a distant memory and the smell triggers for feeling pukey have expanded their repetroire. I'm looking forward to getting out of this bloated, pants don't fit, blech stage and onto something that is outwardly productive - ugly maternity cloths.
Emotionally this week has been pretty darn cool. We heard a heartbeat on Friday (170 beats per minute, I think)! We have an ultrasound appt and more blood tests (genetic testing) on August 14th. It'll will be super cool to see how much the blob has grown and changed in the time since we saw it last (at 6 weeks). Everything feels a bit more real and our excitement is growing.
We are leaving Boston this Thursday for a trip to Rochester and Kentucky. The Kentucky trip is officially dubbed: "the trip in which we tell the family". The Rochester trip will be the same, for those that have not already been told.
Sharing this surprising news has been fun and a bit interesting. We quickly found that it was way more fun to tell people in person because their faces mimics our hearts. We were shocked! They were shocked! We were all shocked! We decided from the start that Rob's family would be told in person during our trip to Kentucky. They are going to flip and really, who wants to miss that?! My extended family and close friends that live in Rochester will be told during this trip as well. Some of these folks are friends that I've known since grade school, so sharing the news will be hilarious. Although I'm not the first hometown girl to get knocked up (Amy and Charlie have that distinction), I am the second THIRD! I forgot about Brian and Becky (due in October!).
I have also begun telling the people I work with. This has been...ummm.. uncomfortable. Mostly because there is this realization that passes between me and whoever I'm sharing the news with. The realization is that - um - yes - um - I'm having a baby and yes - um - yes - that means I have sex. (Mom, Dad, close your eyes. It's not true, none of it.) They inevitably ask if it was planned and I, being the good doobie I am cannottellalie, answer that it wasn't. There is another realization that passes over their eyes. Ohhh, she is not only having sex, she is irresponsible about her sex.
Yes, this could all be in my head. But I'd venture to bet that its not. It's actually quite a funny exchange of information.